Aiding the Spirits

Myrddin shook his head to clear it as he went off to fetch Jocasta's things. What was that? he wondered to himself, horrified that there could be a condition that caused such frightening symptoms. He came back and handed the gear off. "What's wrong with him?" He asked, partly out of concern, partly out of curiosity.

Jocasta dug briefly through her pack and pulled out a pair of loose pants with a drawstring waste, mottled green and brown in patches.

"Haven't seen it much," she said to Myrddin, "Happens sometimes after a blow to the head or a loss of breath, sometimes for no reason that I can see. Nothing to do but wait until it stops and hope they don't hurt themselves too bad."

Ashera waited until the seizing stopped, her eyes closed and her hands hovering over his head glowing. She said without looking up, "stopped the worst of it...tea will help..." Placing one hand over his eyes and one behind his head, her hands once more glowing, she took a deep breath.

A few moments later she pulled back. Getting shakily off her knees into a standing position she said, "should be good for now." She took one step towards the fire before putting a hand against her forehead and falling back to her knees.

Galileo, who had been looking on during the healing, rushed over to Asher's side when she began to collapse. "You've done enough this eve, healer. Rest now." He helped her over to one of the sleeping rolls.

Myrddin was shaken, but also fascinated. "That's... quite disturbing." He said after a moment, "I don't see many head wounds in my village, and no medical tomes I've read describe effects quite like that." He sat in contemplative silence for a moment. "Still so much to learn."

Myrddin refrained from replying to Jocasta, and instead readied himself for sleep. Unfortunately, right as he was about to lie down, his stomach complained noisily. The grumble lasted at least four seconds before subsiding.

The night passed uneventfully, each person taking their assigned watch. Ashera rose earlier than the others, pulling her blanket tight against the early morning chill. Galileo was on watch, but she didn't notice him. Instead she moved to check on her patient. He was sleeping peacefully, still knocked out from the tea she had given him. With that done, she began exploring the area in the dim light. Not finding what she was looking for she sat down against a tree and sighed softly. Pulling open the front of her cloak to reveal a soft looking light blue dress. Around her waist was a slim leather belt that dipped to her hip on one side due to a small canteen. On the other side was a leather pouch. She took this off her belt and began sorting through what was inside, a small frown on her face.

Galileo had spent his watch pondering their calling. There was so much that didn't make sense. Hopefully this stuff with the village would point them in some semblance of a direction. The hooded figure who had sent the two men must be connected. It all sounded to precise, too planned to just be coincidence. Upon seeing Ashera rise and start to wander off, Galileo quietly signalled Asher to follow her, just In case anything happened.

Asher quietly followed the girl, keeping out of sight. His ears were perked, listening for the sound of any approach.

Jocasta stirred when the others began to move around. After a few stretches to relieve the aches she had started to get in the last few years whenever she slept on the ground, Jocasta restoked the fire and stuck a pot of porridge on to cook.

Looking around at all the others milling about, Galileo sighed and walked over to the sleeping Myrddin. He knelt down beside gif and shook him by the shoulder. "Rise and shine, friend! A new day is upon us!" --Asher sat in the bushes not far off from Ashera. He quietly watched her sifting through her pouch. All the while, his ears were perked and swivelling this way and that, listening to the surrounding sounds.

Myrddin grimaced as he awoke. He murmured incomprehensible gibberish while he blearily blinked at the early morning light. "I don't think I like the ground very much." He said eventually, very carefully standing in such a way as to not stress his sore muscles.

Galileo sipped his tea and sighed. "All right gang," He said, "What's the plan for today?" --Asher had weekly come back into the campsite after Ashera. Walked over to Jocasta and sniffed at the porridge. Finding the smell uninteresting, he went over to Galileo's side and sat down.